Page 31 of Sweet Vengeance
“You’re alive, and you have a hot guy staying with you. What’s to complain about?”
“How do you even know I’m into guys?” he asks, one eye still swollen shut, and I notice he has another pair of glasses on, these with a thick, black, circular rim.
I step closer, feel the heat of his body radiating off him to mine. Ollie looks up at me from his seat, his pulse beating erratically. “This…right here. Remember?” I brush my thumb over it, and just touching him makes blood head toward my dick. “Maybe you’re not into other guys, but you’re into me.”
“Whatever. It’s not you. I’mgay,” he sputters, then groans as if he wished he hadn’t admitted that.
I laugh. “Great. So you’re gay and want to fuck me. We probably shouldn’t tonight. We have to wait forty-eight hours, since your blood pressure will certainly be going up…and we’ll have to work around the rib thing.”
“I didn’t… I’m not… I never said I wanted to have sex with you. You’re so annoying.” He stands and pushes his way around me. I grab his wrist, holding it softly so he can’t get far.
“I’m giving you shit. I mean, I want to fuck you. I hope to fuck you, but though my dick is hard as stone right now, you’re clearly not ready for that.”
“Wait. It is?” He looks down. “I mean, you’re so gross.”
“Sex isn’t gross, Kitten. Well, let me rephrase: it isn’t gross to me. It’s okay if it is for some people. Lie down. We need to ice your ribs.”
It’s so strange, this game we’re playing. Usually if I want to hook up with someone, I see if they’re down, and if they are, we do it, and if they aren’t, I find someone else. But the people I mess around with normally aren’t like Ollie. They’re women looking for a quick fuck, just like I am. It doesn’t take a lot to see he’s not that kind of guy, so I’m not even sure if having sex with him is a good idea at all.
But I want him. Want him so bad, I can’t even see straight when I’m around him.
“I’m only agreeing to do the icing now because it’s time and I need to heal as fast as possible. It’s not about you, and I can do it myself.”
I step out of the way as Ollie walks over to the bed. He’s moving slower than he had been a little while ago. When I glance at the time, I realize he can have one of the pain pills they gave him.
“Where are your meds? It’s been exactly four hours, so you’re good for your next dose.”
He pauses, turns and looks at me, cocking a brow. “You remember what time I had my medication last?”
“Well, I’m not an idiot, and I have been able to tell time since I was like five, so yes.”
He gives me a frustrated look, which oddly draws my attention to his bruised eye. It’s been there since yesterday, obviously, but when I take the time to notice it, every time it makes me feel like steam is billowing out of my pores.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing.”
Ollie takes the pill bottle out of his pocket. I walk over to the mini fridge and grab a bottle of water. He takes the meds, then sits on the side of the bed.
“Crap. I need ice.”
“I thought you were doing this by yourself?” I cock a brow at him.
“I am.” He’s all pouty and grumbly as he tries to stand. I can’t help but laugh.
“Sit down. I’m teasing you. Do you have ice packs?”
He shakes his head. “There are baggies in the cabinet and ice cubes in the freezer.”
I nod. There are only three cabinets, so not a lot of spaces to check. I grab one, then use the one and only ice-cube tray he has, refilling it for later.
“Okay. Let’s get you out of this shirt.”
“Why do I need to take my shirt off?” he asks too quickly for my liking.
“You don’t have to, but it would be easier. Hey, you know I would never do anything you don’t want me to do, right? I might do a lot of bad shit, but someone forcing themselves on another person makes me sick.” Does Ollie think that badly of me? Or did someone else hurt him?
“I know. I’m not. That’s not it. I’m just…never mind.” He starts to pull at his shirt, but then makes a little gasping sound. “Can’t move that direction.”
